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Whare three lairds' lands met at a burn,
Was bent that night.
As thro' the glen it wimpl't ;-
Whyles in a wiel it dimplit; Whyles glitter'd to the nightly rays,
Wi' bickering, dancing dazzle: Whyles cookit underneath the braes, Below the spreading hazel,
Unseen that night.
XXVI. Amang the brachens, on the brae,
Between her an' the moon, The deil, or else an outler quey, Gat
up gae a croon;
Near lav'rock height she jumpit,
Wi' a plunge that night.
* Yon go out, one or more, for this is a social spell, to a south-running spring or rivulet, where three lairds’ lands meet,' and dip your left shirt sleeve. Go to bed in sight of a fire, and hang your wet sleeve before it to dry. Lie awake; and, some time near midnight, an apparition, having the exact figure of the grand object in question, will come and turn the sleeve, as ifto dry the other side of it.
- XXVII. In order, on the clean hearth-stane, The luggies three* are ranged,
are is ta’en, To see them duly changed ; Auld uncle Jokid, vha wedlock's joystwo -* :
Sin' Mar's-year did desire, Because he gat the toom-dish thrice; "He heav'd them on the fire
In wrath that night.
I wat they did na weary;
Their sports were cheap an' cheery;
Set a' their gabs a-steerin; Syne wi' a social glass o' strunt, They parted aff careerin
Fu' blithe that night.
* Take three dishes: put clean water in one, foul water in another, leave the third empty: blindfold a person, and lead him to the hearth where the dishes are ranged , he or she) dips the left hand: if by chance in the clean water, the future husband or wife will come to the bar of matrimony a maid ; if in the foul, a widow ; if in the empty dish, it foretells, with equal certainty, no warriage at all. It is repeated three times, and every time the arrangement of the dishes is altered.
f Sowens, with butter instead of milk to them, is always the Halloween Supper.
THE AULD FARMER'S NEW-YEAR MORNING SALUTATION
AULD MARE MAGGIE, ®n giving her the accustomed Ripp of Corn to hansel in the Nero
A Guid New-year I wish thee Maggie !
I've seen the day,
Oat-owre the lay.
Tho' now thou's dowie, stiff, an' crazy,
A bonny gray :
Ance in a day.
Thou ance was i' the foremast rank,
As e'er tread yird ! An' could hae down out-ówre a stank,
Like onie bird.
It's now some nine-an-twenty year; Sin' thou was my guid father's meere ;. He gied me thee, o'tocher clear,
An' fifty mark;
Whare Burns has wrote, in rhyming blether,
Tam Samson's dead !
There low he lies, in lasting rest; Perhaps upon his mould'ring breast, Some spitefu' muirfowl bigs her nest,
To hatch an' breed; Alas! nae mair he'll them molest!
Tam Samson's dead!
When August winds the heather wave, And sportsmen wander by yon grave, Three volleys let his mem'ry crave
O' pouther an' lead,
Heav'n rest his saul, where'er he be !
Yet what remead ?
Tam Samson's dead!
Ye canting zealots, spare him!
Ye'll mend, or ye win near him.
To cease his grievin,
Tam Samson's livin.
• Killie is a phrase the country-folks sometimes use for Kil. marnock,